Passed Across the Bar

Thanks Blazer! And Seamus Heaney!

Happy 30th Svenner

Burger Cupcakes: The Great Optical Foodllusion

..one night sailed off in a wooden shoe;
Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three.
"We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea.
Nets of silver and gold have we..

And Peter says, "I'm going to put all of these in the bathroom so people think we are all in polyamorous relationships."

Come Rock Out and Put Out for Juliet

Our dear friend and family member was in a bad motorcycle accident. She is alive and beautiful and badass and well on her way to well. But unfortunately misfortune is expensive here in the United States. Were she in Austria, Belgium, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Croatia, the Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, France, Georgia, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Ireland, Italy, Latvia, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Malta, the Netherlands, Norway, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Russia, Serbia, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Ukraine, Bhutan, Brunei, China, India, Saudi Arabia, Israel, Japan, South Korea, Sri Lanka, Taiwan, and Thailand, Australia, New Zealand, Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Costa Rica, Cuba, Mexico, Panama, Peru, Uruguay, Trinidad and Tobago and Venezuela and the United Kingdom this wouldn't be an issue. But let's not dwell on our countries collective idiocies. Instead lets do the money dance for Juliet.

The Rat's Own Dream Guns Him Down

Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal
And then surrender
In the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulence pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

-Bruce Springsteen

Coliseum Thunder Creatures

Ocean Liner

Five Fifths on the Fifth

Clouds. Eyes. Oceans. I have often worried about this blog becoming a boring Bird blog, my first step toward becoming the crazy pit bull lady down the street. And each day I don't write a poem I probably take one more picture of Bird than I did the day before. I think this is because there is a certain amount of despair that accompanies inaction... that to want to do and not do creates a void inside of us that we must fill with ocean, we must floats boats on. The Diner Journal is one of those boats.. Bruce Springsteen is a super big sail boat. Whiskey a dingy of sorts. Bird is an Ocean Liner.


But five years ago today my friend Nicole called me and asked if I could foster a puppy. She had a dominant female dog in the house and couldn't take Roxy. I said no. My friends I lived with at the time had just lost a dog name Sketch in an unfortunate and mysterious turn of events and I didn't feel ok subjecting them to any emotional angst. When I got home that night I mentioned the story of Roxy to my best friend and roommate Sven. She told me to call Nicole immediately and take the dog. And thank god. An hour later a tiny girl pit bull was skidding around the apartment, sniffing our toes. That night we went to Ray's Happy Birthday bar and every patron, spending all their coins on 1.50 lagers asked me about her and gave me their numbers in case she needed a home. "Oh I'm just fostering her," I would say in between swigs of whiskey. Bird, or Roxy as I knew her then slept on my feet perched so slightly on the narrow little ledge running underneath the bar. The warmest night following Bird and I chased each other around the long grass of the yet unused baseball field around the corner and across the street from the people with the pet duck. I knew then that I was hers.


Bird's life has been long. Not long enough, of course, but her days have been longer than most. Diapers, hernias, ultrasounds, xrays, medicine every five days, no spleen, irrational anger towards those she ultimately wants to befriend... When I got her she was bilingual, had bright red ears, bit marks on her ankles, a pimpley snout and pee dripping down her little legs. When I would come home from work for a lunch dance (to Magnetic Fields) with her often she would be standing on the dining room table. A strange habit that had to end once I became aware of her bladder problems.


Recently Roxy Bird and I have become more peaceful creatures. We like the park and the sun. We don't like drugs. I read more now and she sleeps more. There is nothing she can't communicate to me with a pointed lift of an eyebrow. My life is blessed by her life. And I should say that Bird and I owe a great deal to the most lovely and kind people I am priviledged to call friends. Sven, Katy, Erin, Nicole, Peter, Adam, Rachel, Josh, Mom. Thank you and happy anniversary little Bird.

Red Robin

Is a Dream a Lie if it Don't Come True

Sleepscape

Jess Arndt's Book at East River Bar

Bird Takes a Nap Before Work

Oh Gay Monday How Did it Ever Come

to This Over and Over and Over. Peter I kind of feel like she made this video for you and Andrew Daul!

Can You See Her?

Family Portraits

Good Morning My Babe

Hold Me Down

"Finding that most stars have Earths implies that the conditions that support the development of life could be common throughout our galaxy," said William Borucki, Kepler's chief scientist at Nasa's Ames Research Center in California. "Finding few or no Earths indicates that we might be alone."

Blue Morning

A Bird and a Whale

Belly and Brain

Foraging for Paper Towels in Greenpoint